Submissions by loulou (Rachel Nicol)

Looking in the mirror,what do I see?
A badly drawn girl, no colour, no life.
So pasty and white, life has taken its toll.
More of a scribble than a perfect picture.

My soul filled with gasoline, not
looking for that perfect match
to help me ignite.
My heart in a tinderbox,
locked down tight.

It,s not as easy as drawing a straight line.
Can,t let go, noway, nohow.
It,s bin a long time now and am still not right.
No colour me in when I feel black and white.

More of a smudge than a true colour.
No last love...

My perfect little bundle,
from the light of the moon.
A bond known so well.
Making me stronger for the dark days ahead.
Our love often spoken, will never be dead.

Your laughter so infectious
when i feel blue.
Like opening wide open spaces,
where we play by the moon.

Silent moments, dancing,
frozen in time.
We build an echo of footprints,
right up to the sky.

Mummy,s perfect little lady,
Dad,s deep wishing well {pat, pat}.
Your brother Cammy,s good sense.

Sharing this darkness of a blanket, ...

What drew you to me, i wonder?  
Was it because i was jaded,abused as a child,  
We all know that,s your best mouthful,  
as you love to prey on the weak.  
The lessons of pain you taught me so well.  
You drew me into your deep wishing well.  
 
      I was only your muse.  
 
Our children,s tears of a promise of tomorrow that never comes.  
Their hearts left empty of a promise of a father that never comes  
Only to visit when your feeling down,  
to lift your soul from beneath ground,where you dwell  
 
    ...